It's Good Morning Time!

"It's good morning time!"

This is what my Mr. Autism announces, every single day, when he makes the rapid-fire transition from sound-asleep to fully awake and running around me in circles.

Sometimes I have to disagree with him, particularly if I haven't had enough coffee and quiet time yet, but usually it makes me smile.

This morning I actually laughed.

When I opened his bedroom door, here is what I saw. All of his books were on the floor, instead of the bookcase. His trucks were in a circle, like wagons around a fire in the Old West. His sheets (the bottom and the flat sheet) were off of the bed and piled in front of his window, his pillow was on the bookcase (where the books were last night when I tucked him in), and his blankets were under the bed. Oh, and the closet doors, still connected and secured by the center lock my handy hubby installed, were out of the track and leaning against the wall.

And there's my boy, nearly 10 years old, in the center of it all, buck naked except for a bright blue pair of soccer sock/shin guards.

He smiles up at me. "It's good morning time."

I'll be grumping later as I reassemble his bedroom, but this morning, I just had to laugh.